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Originally Posted by Ever

Being naturally suspicious of others for some time now, Ebony continued to watch the tom out of the corner of her eye. She noticed when his ears flicked back at the noise of her cleaning her claws, though she wasn't sure to be annoyed or feel embarrassed by it. She liked to present herself as polite and sophisticated but at the same time claws needed cleaned and why should she care if the sound bothered him? Either way it didn't matter as she was quickly done and finished. Though the queue to be finished was when he gave a soft grunt of hello. The black molly couldn't remember what part of the Syndicate he belonged to, she separated the ranks into parts, it was just easier for her. So she couldn't make an effort to be overly friendly or open and rather decided to join the gesture with a simple 'hello' of her own in a soft voice. She didn't socialize much so her voice was usually on the quiet side, Ebony also liked that the softness typically caught cats around here off guard. Females of the syndicate seemed to come in two types, clingy or temperamental. She was neither, she liked her solitude but she wouldn't call herself unapproachable. A cat had to set her off for her to be angry.

The softness of the feline's voice took Arrow by surprise. Not the sort of 'jump up, fur bristling, claws unsheathed' surprise but the type where his hues got just a little wider and his expression flickered for a moment, the indifference and half-smile on it changing to a soft 'o' and looking more as though he were about to jump up at any minute. But he didn't. Staying still, Arrow glanced once more down at his paws. They were cleaner now-- they looked a little more as though he would want to be presented at the moment, which gave him a sense of satisfaction. And, after another moment, he brought his head back up to take a look at the darker colored female Sometimes, being polite meant being friendly. Though so far, the tom hadn't noticed anything like that about the darker feline. She seemed to like to keep to herself as much as he did, which meant a good-- and quiet-- morning. So far they were getting along fine. And, while Arrow very much doubted he would see the female again, he wouldn't have minded it... some cats seemed more bloodthirsty then others, and since she hadn't attacked him or forced him to move, he was already making assumptions that she was a better natured cat then them. The tip of his tail flicked and he glanced over at her again, giving her another quick glance-over. Something about her seemed familiar. But, knowing he couldn't have seen this particular cat before... where might he have seen either her or a cat that looked like her?